A few nights later, at Jon's urging, he joined them for the evening meal, taking a place on the bench beside Halder. The gifts mounted up around her in great piles, more gifts than she could possibly imagine, more gifts than she could want or use. Or don't come, and I'll keep her for myself. Remember, child, this is not the iron dance of Westeros we are learning, the knight's dance, hacking and hammering, no.
Yet he seemed troubled. Broken sword points fanned out between his fingers. Sam gave a tremulous nod, working up his courage with a visible effort. Ghost had led the party here; the pack of hounds had been useless.
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